You love me.
You just don't understand me.
After all this time.

You should know my ways.
You should know my moods.
I know mostly of yours.

We quick to tell a friend, what bother you?
When I'm the one you need to talk you.

I just know, you need to understand me.

If knowledge is wisdom.
Then you are missing it.
Because many times, I'm mot aware of it.